| When I was three I went to Honolulu
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| Dad wore aloha shirts, Mom wore a mumu
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| The centipedes are all that I remember
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| I think I dropped my toy drum in the cinders
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| Down into the mouth of some volcano
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| Near Honolulu …
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| Grandaddy used to fight in the Pacific fleet
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| Grandmother used to say the air was warm and sweet
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| But at last we had to go back to the States
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| Back to the land of nat’ral gas and rattlesnakes
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| Grandaddy stayed and opened up a laundry
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| In Honolulu …
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| My Honolulu Grandad drove a Cadillac
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| He did card tricks then told us how the deck was stacked
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| He told us dirty jokes about the naval corps
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| And how one day the airplanes started up a war
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| And how he buried bodies in long trenches
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| In Honolulu
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| It used to be so nice
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| When he took us on his knee
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| And told us about that tropical paradise
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| It was all right …
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| Someday I’m goin' back to Honolulu
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| I’ll wear aloha shirts, she’ll wear a mumu
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| Hawaii calls and who am I to stop it
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| I think I’ll buy a new toy drum and drop it
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| Down into the mouth of some volcano
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| In Honolulu
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| Aloha oy, aloha boys, aloha toys
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| Until we meet again |